This is where the cowboy rides away
Let me tell all you young people out there. Dying isn’t an easy job. The body fights for all it’s worth, and old bodies have been bombarded with all kinds of hardships over many years of rough terrain in life. And although the body fights, the pain is palpable. If you are the one in the dying you suffer, you hurt, you try and try and try to get back to where you were, but cannot because the wear and tear is just too great. Still, you continue on – some with quiet solitude, some with great anguish and noise, some with bewilderment and some just do. The dying is hard enough, but the ability to muster the dignity is greater than soldiers on the battlefield. To suffer in silence; to put on the face of endurance for everyone that comes by. Never show your weakness; never let em see you sweat. I am learning how families of wounded warriors must feel when their wounded soldier works tirelessly, steadfastly, and resolutely to repair the debasement of their bodies.
Once more, I am checking off another point on my list of things that I wanted in a man who I wrote oh so many years ago. My list included silly, girlish things like tall, but it also included the oh so important things that make a man like determined, hardworking, and staunch. Over 30 years, this last requirement has manifested itself more and more in The Man. Such dignity. This is where the Cowboy rides away.